Wine Mixed With Blood
Chapter Nine We'll Be Okay
Vincent shuddered with whimpers. He cupped her face with his hands and mumured her name over and over. She opened her eyes slowly and gave Vincent a weak smile. He had triumphed over Chaos. She reached her hand to touch his cheek.
"…..V..Vincent. I'm cold.." She whispered hoarsely.
He shook off his cloak and wrapped it around her. He brought her up, and with abnormal speed, he fled to her bedroom. He layed Tifa down upon the soft bed and stroked her hair. He ripped off a part of his cloth and wrapped it around her wound. He had no hope left inside him. His body was wracked with pain, and he felt more helpless than before. He flinched accidently when Tifa's hand had found its way on top of his hand.
"Tifa.." Vincent mumbled.
"Shh..I'll be okay. I'll be okay. Get the cure materia…." Tifa said weakly.
Vincent was amazed by her. She still managed a smile. Weak, but still a gentle smile. He dashed around her room, searching everywhere until a glimmer of green caught his eyes. He grabbed it, and with no hesitation he shouted 'cure3' over and over until he felt his strength slipping from him. He slumped to the floor gasping for breath, and he looked up at Tifa. She was in a deep slumber. She was recovering, green aura emitted from her body.
He stumbled towards where she lay, and sat beside her bed with his head upon her head. He too fell into a deep sleep.
Tifa opened her eyes slowly with great effort. Her throat hurted, and her neck was totally numb. She tried to say something, but no sound came on. A horrible realization hit her. Her voice was destroyed. She couldn't talk anymore. She tried desperately to cry out. She flinched in her bed, and sobbed. Fate had played a cruel joke on her, she could no longer speak. She would no longer be able to tell Vincent what he needed to hear. She couldn't tell him how much she had fallen in love with him. She felt his warm touch, and looked into his eyes. He was awake too.
He casted his glance downwards, and felt the moisture slipping from his eyes. He uttered a soft appology, and Tifa sobbed uncontrollably. He grabbed her shoulders and looked deep into her beautiful wine eyes.
"You can speak with your heart, your eyes, your breath, your warmth. We'll be okay." Vincent said tremulously.
Tifa's eyes widened in surprise. This was the first time Vincent had voiced his feelings. She collapsed against his chest, and concentrated on his beating heart to reassure her that everything would be okay. They would be okay. As long as his heart continued to beat, she would be okay. She peered up at him with childlike eyes. She was so helpless now. She didn't have anyone but him. He didn't have anyone but her. All they had was each other, and inside their minds they spoke to each other. Through their heart. Through their eyes. Through their breath. And most importantly, through the warm of their embrace.
'We'll be okay'
Their eyes melted into each other, and once again…wine mixed with blood. The bittersweet taste of love.
-The End-
[ Author's note : Whoo! So short huh? Bad ending huh? Should I make a sequel? Please tell me! Reviews please! I'm working on a brand new orginal story that is my own complete orginal idea! MUWAHHA! Err..*cough* err..haha…thanks for reading this story!!!!!!!! Please tell me what you think! =) Thanks for all those who read and kept patient! I really appreciate it, and hope ff.net runs on for a long time! ]
